Laughing gleefully, Teatime surged upwards, catching one leg behind Nny's balance foot, using the focus and his speed to send Nny backwards, sprawled on the ground. The spear point he tossed away, startling two of the creatures - Devinisian Devils, his mind supplied out of nowhere - into a yipping frenzy. His now free hand he closed over Nny's throat, feeling the slickness of blood and the heat of a pulse that -for once - wasn't quickened by utter terror. Their trajectory ended with Teatime half-straddled on Nny's chest, one knee pinning him down, the opposite foot scrabbling a moment for purchase among the greasy flagstones. He leaned close, his smile bright, elated, genuine. The hand still clutching his hair made his scalp hurt like fury, and it felt wonderful.
"No one in the world is trustworthy, Nny." His voice was soft, wistful. "But the door is open." He certainly wasn't shutting Nny out now. No, not at all.
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Date: 2009-08-26 10:41 am (UTC)"No one in the world is trustworthy, Nny." His voice was soft, wistful. "But the door is open." He certainly wasn't shutting Nny out now. No, not at all.